Stormtrooper: Terrible,When it comes to shooting I’m just terrible. I shot at 210 rebels and didn’t hit a single guy. I couldn’t hit the Death Star while on the Death Star.I’d probably shoot my foot and then I’d cry.A terrible shot am I.

Redshirt:Back at the academy, no-one was as bad as me.Though I tried my very best. Get my teachers all irate. Puke from everything I ate.Got an F on every test. Though, excelling was my wishI broke the Main Deflector DishAnd they threw me out of class.Then they caught me raising heckNaked on the holodeckI thought there’s no way I can pass.

And just when I thought that I was screwedThey said: “We’ve got the perfect job for you!”You do?

“You’ll be expendable. You will wear red and be expendable.For getting dead you are dependable.In fact, you are the perfect guy!If shields are down or we blow a warp coreIt’s almost guaranteed you’re gonna die. Expendable!”Am I.

Stormtrooper:Back when I was just a teen,Growing up on Tatooine, Beggars canyon was my scene. But my aim was really bad, Couldn’t bulls eye a womp-rat with my trusty T16.This made me a little stressed,More than just a bit depressed. Drowned my tears in Anchorhead.There I met a man named BigSaid he had the perfect gigTo put me to the test.

That’s just when I thought that I was screwedHe said: “We’ve got the perfect job for you!” You do?

“You will be terrible. When it comes to shooting you’re just terrible.You’ll shoot at 210 gungansAnd not a single one will die. We’ll get the last laugh on Palpatine’s assBy building him an army of guysSo terrible!”Am I.

Redshirt: And that’s how I became a redshirtStormtrooper: And that’s how I became a trooperRedshirt: And though alone we are patheticBoth: Together we are super-duper! Stormtrooper: I’ll shoot at you from a foot or two And yet, much to you surprise,I’ll miss you. Redshirt: Yet I’ll still die!Stormtrooper: I’ll miss you.Redshirt: Yet I’ll still Both: Find a way to die.